Hark, the glad sound! the Savior comes,
The Savior promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
On him, the Spirit largely poured,
Exerts his sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love
His holy breast inspire.
He comes, the prisoner to release,
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eyes oppressed with night
to pour celestial day.
He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The wounded bleeding soul to cure,
And, with the treasures of his grace,
To enrich the humble poor.
Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.
|First Line:||Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes|
|Title:||Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes|